Chapter 9 Section VIII

The Emperor of Heaven held a banquet to celebrate that the heavenly soldiers had wiped out all the monsters in the North Sea of ​​Demons. As the number one hero, Shui Jun Shangshan claimed to be sick and absent. By the Huanxia Lake, he was lying on the soft grass covered with scars, with a lotus leaf covering his face. This life was picked up, even though he risked his life, he still lost to the swarm of locust-like sea monsters.If Zimiao hadn't arrived in time with reinforcements, he would probably be a stump on the North Sea by now. He is no longer interested in finding out who put him back to the Xuanguanghe who asked for help, and secretly intercepted him. He was determined to let him fight alone. God's reward.

In the end, he was an abandoned person. In the battle of Zhuxu Island, did the Emperor of Heaven really not receive his request for help, or was he more pessimistic and desperate, and he was afraid of the sea monsters? Instead of letting the magic soldiers take the risk of rescue, it is better to abandon the defeated one and leave more troops to protect his own. Safer?You must know that the reinforcements brought by Zimiao are not under the command of the Emperor of Heaven, but under Yuelao, who has a good relationship with him on weekdays. What's more, that stupid woman actually gave up on him so reluctantly. For decades, she didn't understand all the things he kept worrying about her so that she couldn't sleep at night.

ridiculous. The fairy carps in the lake are still spitting bubbles stupidly. In fact, these guys are the most gossipy existences in the heavens, exchanging conversations in their own language all day long. He can understand the language of fish, so he heard the news of a person's death. "I heard from the Haitang female fairy that the God of Xishuihe came to report the funeral with tears in his eyes, saying that his wife died of illness, Gulu Gulu." "His wife? Gulu Gulu, the goddess of empty valley who used to feed us with fish food?" "That's right. That place was originally a barren land full of poisonous insects and miasma. It wasn't that people who grew up there couldn't get used to gurgling at all."

"It's a pity, even marrying the golden armored god who guards the gate of heaven is better than marrying Xishui far away, Gulu Gulu." He turned over, the lotus leaf fell to the ground, was swept into the lake by the wind, and the frightened gossip carp scattered away. Suddenly, he kind of hated the world. An unnoticed shadow floated over from the lake, and fell on him silently... The time he stayed in the heaven was less and less, he fell in love with fishing, and often stayed in a random river or a piece of sea in the human world for many days. It had been raining for many days this time, and he was sitting by the beach, looking intently at the fishhook.

"Shenjun! We have found you!" Several immortal officials rushed to him, "There is continuous torrential rain in Nanzhi City, and the flood is raging. If the Shenjun doesn't come out to control the water, I'm afraid the city will be destroyed!" He still focused on the hook, as if he didn't hear a word, no matter how the officials begged. In the end, the immortal officials had no choice but to leave. The uncontrolled flood really became a ferocious beast, raging all the way down, the seven cities became a vast ocean, and countless corpses floated. The unrepentant corpses flowed down the water, even if they passed in front of him, they still couldn't attract his attention.

Sad human beings spread their grievances on the statue of the water god that has been enshrined for many years. No one knows what went wrong, making them lose this god who has been protecting the human world. "You're still fishing!" The exhausted Zimiao jumped down from the air, grabbed his front, and shouted, "Uncle Shangshan! What's wrong with you?" He didn't respond halfway. "You taught me that all living beings are precious. As a god, you should have a heart of compassion, and don't do anything to poison living beings! Have you forgotten?" The young Zimiao raised his fist, "Speak up!"

He stretched out his hand and slapped Zimiao on the chest without mercy. The unsuspecting Zimiao fell heavily on the river beach ten meters away, and the wet palm print on his heart was steaming. How could a little fairy with little practice withstand this palm?A sharp pain came from his heart, and Zimiao covered his heart and tried to sit up, but his eyes went dark and he fell down. He didn't give up, his red eyes showed a murderous look, and he walked towards the unconscious Zimiao step by step. He can't see anything in his eyes, and he doesn't have any nostalgia in his heart. This world has nothing to do with him.

"Shui Jun Shang Shan, where do you want to go?" He turned his head, and a small bright thing drew a beautiful blue straight line in the air, and burrowed into his chest with a "swish". It doesn't hurt at all, and it's very comfortable, just like jumping into cool water on a hot summer day, and every splash of water is happy. "Water is only alive when it is flowing. As the king of water in all directions, you have forgotten even the most fundamental truth. Self-enclosed, you will eventually become a pool of stagnant water, harming others and yourself." The strange The voice came clearly from the blurred phantom in front of me.

He lowered his head in a daze, looking at his heart, a small blue stone, which seemed to flow with blue sea water, was tightly embedded in his flesh.The body seemed to be getting lighter and smaller, being dragged into a heavy tiredness by a slightly cold hand. "In ancient times, there was a fish king who traveled all over the world. He liked to communicate with people. He came ashore once every ten years, and he took pleasure in giving people joy. Anyone who got the advice of the fish king had a bright and bright life. After the death of the fish king, his tongue turned blue. A stone, hidden in the deep sea, called the 'Fish King Stone', this sacred stone can be said to be a panacea for the suffering of the world. Shangshan, I will give it to you now, so that I can do it myself, and don't waste my painstaking efforts."

Fish King Stone... The voice became farther and farther away, and his body seemed to have sunk into the blue and quiet deep sea, gaining an unprecedented calm...